Your eye flickering before me Your sole eye, in colours of green and red Music slowly drowning, dispersing Music fading, and all that I can see All I see is your eyelid, sleeping in your bed All I want is us, and noone intervening Your eye flickering, epileptic Moving to the beat of the music Your lips kissing me, antiseptic Dis-ease and pleasure slowly fusing All I want is this forever All I want is our fever
Floating on clouds between two of a kind But only hot rushing air holding me afloat My two minds breaking apart my mind And I no longer know where to gloat Two minds leave me sputtering I don't know which one to choose But If I choose, will it leave me fluttering And dooming me to fall, and regret whom I chose Interlocking four of my hands I stare into the dream beyond I want to settle it all, I want to land But what choice is good, what would be sound
Fragments is all I get Fragments of my hate Angry I wake up, in my bed Rage and loathing boiling in me I need to strike out, to crush my hate But the source is long since gone Safe in it's own private world The source of my anger is gone Bottomless the fire roars Slowly combusting my insides Slowly my mind turns into One giant burning clustered mind I strike out blindly Blaming on the youth of today I strike out at nations And politicians and at all that I care But the fires keep on burning from the Fragments of a Dream And as the inferno rises in me I boil silently, trapped by the web of dreams
If I were god, and you my goddess what then would love be? If I were sad, and I'm the saddest would you join, and comfort me? If you were far away, furthest what then could life be? If I say I'm lonely, the loneliest would you come, and merge with me?
I hold you tight In my mind But all I hug, so tightly is but a ghost of your kind I hold your shadow in my hands In my grasp But wherever we stand At nothingness we'll gasp Why I have to leave In our time I don't know, but in the eve In the eve of our morning there is no time There's no time for us In our world, In my world However much I wish for us Time itself is cold, so cold Coldness seeping through my veins In my limbs I try to run, but all in vain I cannot flee to you, to our sin Sinless, Sinfull, Sinfullness In our joining Atrocities, breaking all in our bliss And in the bliss we're rejoicing
A lark is singing 'So it goes' but the tree will be forever there A lark is singing 'So it goes' and the forest can no longer hear A lark is singing, where the water flows the tree holds no fruits this year A lark was singing, and there it goes the lark is not welcome here.
breathing the words feeling them inside brooding in the language exhaling on a slip of paper turning a drop of a tear into a thoughtful feeling turning feeling, wreaking inside turning the fear into a poet feeling the taste slowly licking the sides but a synonym remains untold for another, tasting sweeter bitterness runs down down to the deepest syllable the stroke of a letter reeking reeking with feelings channeled a tear runs down my cheek it fuels my pen with ink a wordfactory running on emotions creating what cannot get (be?) told
I wait for you gladly And everyday it hurts A minute, without you is a chunk out of my heart Lost, and bleeding I wait for you lovingly And everyday it hurts Everytime you cry Every tear you shed Lost, and weeping I wait for you longingly And everyday it hurts Every minute I'm alone Every crowd is an empty shell Lost, without you to occupy it I wait for you patiently And everyday it hurts A minute, an hour Is a wound for you to heal Lost, and recovering
I'm having melancholy fun It's worth it just to see you smile again When you touch me, I overflow When I leave you, I'm empty again A hollow husk An empty shell Waiting to be refilled fulfilled I'm happy again But then you always did bring out the joy in me I live when you smile, and I die when you hurt I'm sad again You always did leave me, taking my happiness Leaving me behind A hollow husk An empty shell
A pretty blosom was shown unto me with starlet petals and an emerald stalk but the pretty bosom turn'd away from me and down my own path, again I walk Now every flower, stunning and colourful in my eye turns into a greyish blur and nothing, no-one can be that fanciful that it beats my own 'Belle fleure' Wrote this one while I was inspired by William Blakes poem = My pretty Rose Tree. A flower was offer'd to me as pretty as may never bore but I said 'I've got a pretty rose tree' And I passed the sweet flower o'er And I went to my pretty rose tree to tend her by day and by night but my rose turn'd 'way in jealousy and her thorns were my only delight